Moonshine

Father Daughter

Out to Pasture

The Tailor

Clouds

Frequency

This is proof beyond a shadow of a doubt that I do not always see what I often look at. I submit that the frequency at which I am exposed to any given scene is inversely proportionate to the frequency of perception.

I found this little composition on my way to work this morning. I pass it every day.

Coup d'état

It's as though the sky conspired with the gods to plot a coup d'état which restricts my blog to sunrises and sunsets, exclusively.

A Perfectly Good Sunrise

I simply find it imppossible to ignore a perfectly good sunrise. For me, each sunrise is hope renewed on a daily basis.

Wonderful, Terrible Stories

I have long been drawn to photograph windows. They are like an art medium. They offer a composition every time we look through them. In many ways they are invisible, being more a utility than an object.

I imagine those old windows looking back at us as we gaze through them. I sometimes wonder what stories they could tell about the people who've, over the years, used their facility to frame a narrow reality in their world. They are like an old abandoned house whose walls, if they could talk, would tell us wonderful, terrible stories.

Enough

Photography is not possible without light. Sometimes the light itself is enough.

Life and Death

Backlighting is often the photographer's enemy. There are occasions when it transforms the most mundane scenes into a fresh view. I like the the way this old grease gun seems to push against the frame of the picture as though it is locked in a life and death struggle.

Devouring an Old Garage

This tree appears to devour the old garage straining against the light striking it and the forces of time and nature slowly overtaking it. It is a death in slow motion.

The "Crop"

Photography is also about composition. Cropping is an integral part of the process of composing. As I walked to my car this morning this decoration which adorns our old garage caught my eye. There were several compositions possible in all that I saw but today I just snapped these little metal stars at the top of a rusty baker's rack leaning against the brick wall of our ancient old garage.

I shot these stars on the fly,taking only a picture of the "thing" I admired. I couldn't find the appeal in it when I reviewed the shot until I found the "crop" which made the composition.

Parallel Universe

For me, photography is all about light. Often the subject of a photograph may be mundane but never the light which shines upon it.

Most often, the sun is the greatest light source in my photographs, particularly in the early morning or evening. But I also have a fascination with my familiar old daytime world when it is transformed into its nighttime version. It is like a parallel universe.

Never the Same

The earth is never the same way twice. I came upon this view of our cabin after a walk in the woods. The sun seemed to spotlight our little shelter in a way I have not seen before.

Sunset

I cannot imagine a time in which I could be indifferent to a sunset. The ones which involve trees reflected on water are completely irresistible.